"Will our feet become this white if we wear this?"
"Yes, yes, my husband always says the soles of my feet are a bit hard, and it always hurts him when he scratches them!"
Only then did Mu Youran notice their feet; they were truly, truly primitive.
Not to mention the tan, since I'm barefoot in the sun every day, but my stratum corneum is really thick.
Moreover, long toenails sticking out are uncomfortable to look at at a glance.
"My feet are this color because they don't get much sun, but it's true that wearing shoes can make the soles of our feet softer."
Xiaomei, Caixia, and the others were already quite satisfied with this conclusion.
"Let's make a pair tonight to wear too!"
Upon hearing this, everyone agreed, and they also wanted to try what it felt like to step on animal skin shoes.
The group left the village, chatting and laughing, and headed straight for the hillside by the river.
A large cluster of bright red berries suddenly appeared before my eyes.
Xiaomei put down her basket: "Youran, this has thorns, be careful not to prick your hand."
Mu Youran looked at the large expanse of familiar plants and felt a little depressed.
Isn't this just a sea buckthorn berry?
In her hometown, it's called "water fork" and is a good feed for pigs.
Back when my family was poor, there wasn't much for the pigs to eat. My grandfather would not sleep at midday; he would carry a piece of cloth and a basket on his back to fetch water pitchers, which he would then dry and feed to the pigs.
Once the pig eats it, its fat visibly increases rapidly!
Surprisingly, she still has to pick a lot of these things now.
Back then, she would only occasionally pick one or two to taste when she went up the mountain to herd cattle.
It was sour and astringent, with only a hint of sweetness; it really wasn't delicious.
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